Just As Always_Prophecy_Star of the Show-or not._Chocolate Strawberry
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Just As Always
“Boo!” Said Claire, for the thousandth time today. James turned around and hit her on the head with his newspaper. “Would you stop that? I’m trying to read.” James showed Claire the inked piece of paper, with the same date on it as always: 1951、 “After all these years, do you really need to read that again?” Claire said, grabbing the newspaper from his grasp. “It’s the only thing to do around here anyway.” James said, with a hint of boredom in his voice. “No! You could always play with me!” Claire screamed in his ear. “You’re always sitting on the couch, doing nothing. That’s not the reason w...
Prophecy
It was a time of Kings and Queens. Of full harvests and lavish parties. And, most importantly, of magic, abundantly. Or at least to my story. My mother was always proud of me, even when I broke something. My father, on the other hand, never wanted to see me doing anything other than housework with my physical two hands. Living in two different worlds was more comfortable than living my father’s standards of a daughter, at least until a sickness hit our small village. Mother and Father came home from the market, and by supper, she had collapsed on the floor. She couldn’t even lift her hand....
Star of the Show-or not.
Ally-a genius girl with a creative personality. Born in Texas from two loving parents, she was always a bright kid and had her nose in a book twenty four seven. Funnily enough, the name Ally means “Noble,” which fits her perfectly. Ally attended William B. Travis Academy in Dallas and loves waking up every morning to get to class. The only thing is, Ally was considered as a teachers pet; always correcting the teachers when they made mistakes, always finishing the work first and in her school, teachers pets werwww.onedoor.cce unpopular. Which she was.“Morning’ Mama,” Ally entered the kitchen and waved a...
Chocolate Strawberry
Mama hasn’t been home in days and I’m starting to get worried and hungry. She left me with a box of Cheerios and half a loaf of bread. The Cheerios were finished yesterday and the bread the day before that. My stomach rumbles, begging for something to fill it but I know that I will go to bed just as I did last night: Hungry. My stomach is still howling when I curl up in Mama’s bed with my tattered baby blanket. Her mattress smells like cigarette smoke and sweat. The wine stains on her pillow cases are soon joined with tears as sobs shake my tiny body. Loneliness isn’t a new feeling for me. Wh...